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| ?Why am I such a mean girl? I?m so sweet to everyone else in my life, but I can?t help bullying, bossing around and hurting the men in my life?
I?m on Collarme, because some friends of mine are on here, and it seems to be a good place for a friendly S&M community hub. Not that I?m really looking for partners. Just because I?m obsessed with tying up men, then torturing, teasing and humiliating them, doesn?t mean that I want to do it to every guy I meet? Just want to put that disclaimer out there, before every guy with a passing bottom whim starts to believe that I owe him a session of torment.
Also, note that I said S&M?. I?m not being PC with the verbiage; I?m just being honest that I?m sadistic, so most of my interests are in that arena. So, if you?ve got a whim to talk about some of my favorite things, creative ways to use a man?s balls, electro-torture, forced milking, chastity, sensory deprivation, sounding erotic torture and other depraved activities, drop me a line.
I collect toys, like most of us here, but I don?t have any of the really nice stuff. One day, when I win the lottery, watch out boys, I?ll have every electro-shocker, fucking machine, automatic milker, tie-down, rack, probe, clip and evil wacker a woman can buy?
Now, you know my turn-ons, let me tell you my turn-offs?
Boring. No time for boring. But if you were boring, would you be here?
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TRICK -- Feet, balls and giggles
I?ve got a trick to share.
You get your slave on his stomach pulled down on the surface such that his knees hang off the end of the bed or worktable ? mid-thigh is about perfect. Hands are tied either over his head or attached behind the back to his collar. Attach each ankle to a long spreader bar. He shouldn?t be able to pull himself up or change position at all.
Now that he?s safely restrained, the fun part.
Attach an umbrella stretcher to his balls. Attach a length of chain to the stretcher, which hangs over the bar with his knees extended. Have him flex his knees and hold that position. Now, hang an appropriate weight from the chain, which leads to the stretcher. I say appropriate, because you know how variable the tolerance can be from slave to slave. For some reason, I?m preferential to boots and shoes, maybe because they?re off-balance and they swing and sway easier. (Note to potential slaves, you should never wear heavy, steel-toed work boots to see me; I?ll for sure be compelled to hang them from your balls, for whatever reason ? LOL).
Use a whipping device that provides a controlled, sharp stimulus and slowly methodically start punishing the bottoms of his feet. You?ll find that he can?t help but kick his legs a bit with each tap, which makes him disrupt his own stretcher and swing the weight.
Remind him to keep his legs still. He will for a minute, but then he?ll mess up and start things swinging, bouncing and jerking.
My favorite, is when you hear the slave gasp in pain, then giggle, gasp, then giggle, because he can?t control his reflexive kicking. I was told this was a really fun, although ouchie punishment.
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FIRST POSTING -- A Bedtime Story for Introduction
My first journal posting should tell you a little about me. I guess I?ll tell you a bedtime story.
Once upon a time, there was a man, who couldn?t control his own sexual urges. He thought the answer was to have his penis locked up in a chastity device and have a demanding woman hold the key. He let her decide, when, and if, he was allowed access to his own penis.
Because the woman was wise, she locked the cruel cock cage with a numbered plastic key, and she had the man sign a rather detailed contract about what would happen, if he broke the lock without her permission.
Less than a week went by, when the wise woman made the man appear for a surprise inspection. Because a man can?t be trusted, she tied him down tightly and silenced him with a gag before she began her careful study of the control device. At a cursory glance, everything looked just fine: his chubby member pouted flaccidly behind the clear plastic, like a kid not allowed to play outside on a beautiful day. But then the woman looked closer, and she saw that the lock had been changed. It was the same brand plastic lock, but the number was not the same. Had he really thought she wouldn?t notice?
Without a word, she snapped off the imposter lock and dropped the two pieces on his bare chest. She pulled the plastic tube off his shriveled member and let it flop out free on top of his balls. She put a latex glove on her hand, holding his gaze with her own. Slowly and teasingly, she stroked him, to force the shaft to fill with blood. Alternating light and firm grips, she moved her hand until the cock was filled straining for release. Then, without warning, she left the room abruptly and left him to his thoughts.
She returned with a gear bag and a manila envelope. She laid a few devices on the table behind her. She dropped the folder on his belly and absent-mindedly scratched at his penis as she read over one of the documents that it held. She reminded him of a stern lawyer as she scanned the paper. A scarily, stern lawyer.
He pulled at the bonds, testing them. Sadly, they held very securely.
?You do realize, that you agreed to a set of rules, when you entered our arrangement? I am responsible for correcting this bad behavior, or I?m afraid you?ll never learn.? With that, she lowered a plastic bag filled with ice and water on his crotch. Instantly, his piggy cock, receded.
He pulled harder at the bonds. Struggling wildly now.
?I?m not sure if you actually took the time to read through the entire contract, but I assure you, that I plan to enforce every item in our agreement.?
He protested incomprehensibly through his gag.
?This bad boy should do a better job of keeping you under control.? She produced a new chastity device and held it in front of his face as she talked. She pointed out the features of the object. ?I designed it myself. There are tiny, sharp points lining the tip. You?ll find it very comfortable to wear for the most part, but get full erection, and you?ll feel otherwise.?
She continued as she put the device on, ?Now the lock will be slightly bigger, but a lot tougher. You?ll find this lock is much more difficult to get off. Definitely a set of tools will be needed.? She used a hex wrench at the bottom of the device, ?And you?ll require a second set of hands to do this second set without breaking the entire cage.?
She tested the fit. ?I don?t think you?ll be trying to sneak it out for a wank from this device.?
He sighed and relaxed, giving in to the stricter confinement.
He thought it was over, but she continued in a more menacing tone, ?Now, there?s the little matter of our broken agreement for the previous week.?
He tensed and listened as she pulled something from her bag.
?This, too, is an item of my own design.?
She clicked some device to the chastity cage and then pushed small pads in strategic places, up and down his penis through the hygiene openings on the tube. Once everything was in place, she pushed buttons on a small electronic device.
He let out something akin to a scream, as the first of many biting, electrical jolts hit.
Poor, poor guy. He should have read the small print.
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